Quotes on Life Is

Life is like the harp string, if it is strung too tight it won't play, if it is too loose it hangs, the tension that produces the beautiful sound lies in the middle.

Living, just by itself - what a dirge that is! Life is a classroom and Boredom's the usher, there all the time to spy on you; whatever happens, you've got to look as if you were awfully busy all the time doing something that's terribly exciting - or he'll come along and nibble your brain.

Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.

Life is not just the passing of time. Life is the collection of experiences and their intensity.

Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

Life is pain, highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.

Life is not so much about beginnings and endings as it is about going on and on and on. It is about muddling through the middle.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

The first step in spiritual life is to have compassion. A person who is kind and loving never needs to go searching for God. God rushes toward any heart that beats with compassion-it is God's favorite place.

Oh god_x000D_ _x000D_ Let all lovers be content_x000D_ _x000D_ Give them happy endings_x000D_ _x000D_ Let their lives be celebrations_x000D_ _x000D_ Let their hearts dance in the fire of your love

Remember that everyone's life is measured by the power that individual has to make the world better-this is all life is.

At any given moment, life is completely senseless. But viewed over a period, it seems to reveal itself as an organism existing in time, having a purpose, trending in a certain direction.

The joy of life is made up of obscure and seemingly mundane victories that give us our own small satisfactions.

I doubt if the texture of Southern life is any more grotesque than that of the rest of the nation, but it does seem evident that the Southern writer is particularly adept at recognizing the grotesque; and to recognize the grotesque, you have to have some notion of what is not grotesque and why.

Life is grand, and so are its environments of Past and Future. Would the face of nature be so serene and beautiful if man's destiny were not equally so?

The art of life, of a poet's life, is, not having anything to do, to do something.

You have your season, and you have but your season; neither can you lie down in peace, until you have some persuasion that your work as well as your life is at an end.

Life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour.

If you seek His help, be sure your life is clean, your motives are worthy, and you're willing to do what He asks-for He will answer your prayers. He is your loving Father; you are His beloved child. He loves you perfectly and wants to help you.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our own virtues.

The ascent to the divine Life is the human journey, the Work of works, the acceptable Sacrifice. This alone is man's real business in the world and the justification of his existence, without which he would only be an insect crawling among the ephemeral insects on a speck of surface mud and water which has managed to form itself amid the appalling immensities of the physical universe.